A/N: I am not plagiarizing the "Silly Walk Song" by Monty Python here. I did copy a few lines, and the style of the lyrics is similar to those used in the Python song, but the lyrics here are almost all my own, and the subject matter is a little different, more serious. This is my song, not Python's.


Pain, pain, guilt, guilt, pain, pain, guilt, guilt,

Pain, pain, guilt, guilt, pain, pain, guilt, guilt!

Pain, pain, pain, what is there to gain?

Guilt, guilt, guilt, crying over milk that's spilt.

Why should we all, have to suffer quite so much?

When the life, that we live, changes with a simple touch?

Pain is the spark of vice, pain is the result of sin.

Guilt's a burden that you bear, when the psychologist's in.

Mothers dear and fathers dear, make you feel inferior,

When all that you want yourself, is to be equal, sir.

Pain is the spark of vice, pain is the result of sin.

Guilt's a terrible pain-in-the-neck, while you're locked up in your bin.

Commitment's a thing you can't, commit to because you're wussy,

You can't adhere to a thing, because you're a weak old pussy.

Pain is the spark of vice, pain is the result of sin.

Guilt makes you feel very bad, for Hell fire's coming in!

God means well to your welfare, but you don't know where to go,

'Cause the paths to Heaven are many, and you can't tell high from low.

Pain is the spark of vice, pain is the result of sin.

Guilt won't save you from the Devil, life's a bitch and you can't win.

You know work means more than play, but you cannot land a job,

'Cause work fills your heart with fear, when you go out and face the mob.

Pain is the spark of vice, pain is the result of sin.

Guilt is a vice all its own, just like pride that makes us moan.

Just like any other schmo, independence is your goal,

But your comfort zone is strong, and every try to leave it is wrong.

Pain is the spark of vice, pain is the result of sin.

Guilt means less of your daily bread, till you finally drop down dead.